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[young buck] i’m sick and tired of these same ol’ broke b*tches no job all they wanna do is smoke swishas get some money hoe why you wanna watch mine ain’t no tellin’ what i’m gon’ be drivin next time seven figga n*gg* we don’t buy the bar no mo pull up the paper work tell the owner he can go walk like a pimp b*tch talk like a soldier i got new york n*gg*s candy paintin up they rovers it say 200 but it go a little over not the corvette the ferarri testarossa we can bet on any point on the dice pick em up shake em twice get em girl look i’m nice i’m so clean with my g-unit kicks on i might be goin’ in when pimp c get home if you don’t like me say it to my face just because i caught a case don’t mean you can’t be erased

it must be the ice or the money that i make they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah) they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face it gotta be the cars or the trips that i take that make em wanna hate, won’t you say it in my face b*tch hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah) they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face

[bun b] you can go anywhere cross the us from north to the south east mid to the west walk up in the hardest hood ask a n*gg* bout me bet they tell ya bun b is straight mothaf*ckin’ g’ a gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted trillest n*gg* in the flesh you can’t f*ck wit’ it got the german hand guns they shoot 2 2 3 bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees) my n*gg* please you don’t want it save your breath by myself imma ride till no enemy is left when the middle finger n*gg*s h*t your block like insurgents theres no deterants from us cleanin’ your clock like detergents buck they don’t think i am n*gg* please why this pimp i bet they die before they reach their first mothaf*ckin’ sale i rep them underground kings f*ck boy pimp and bun if it’s action that you wan’t mah n*gg* come get you some

it must be the ice or the money that i make they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah) they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face it gotta be the cars or the trips that i take that make em wanna hate, won’t you say it in my face b*tch hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah) they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face

[mjg] they call me m dot mjg i mean i’m packin’ some weight they ain’t talkin bout trill jeans cuz they like to talk sh*t in they uniform guess what them n*gg*s still phoney as the unicorn and i’ll be d*mned if i run you bust tho they run outta guns man u so dumb you faker than a b*tch snitchen on the track i’m about to pull a bun and bust a f*ckin’ cap

[8 ball] all ball do is smoke weed and get bad b*tches and if ya’ll mad at me for that then ya’ll n*gg*s some b*tches undercover groupie n*gg*s want them stop and plead for the last time i don’t smoke regular weed it don’t matter where we at man we fire in it up security don’t stop the weed from findin’ us industry d*ck suckas keep runnin ya mouth and imma give ya motherf*ckas something to talk about

it must be the ice or the money that i make they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah) they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face it gotta be the cars or the trips that i take that make em wanna hate, won’t you say it to my face b*tch hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah) they talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face